All day I’ve had a crosswind out of the south – not a bad thing, generally – but when it’s 30 gusting to +60 it can be a bit of a drag. It’s a real fight, and more than a few times I was blown from the right track to the center line. The old reflexes take a beating, to be sure.

The good thing about it is that there’s no flies when I stop for breaks – and I stop often when I’m tested with winds like that.

Later on in the afternoon the wind turned into a quartering headwind, and became somewhat steady, as in 30+40. Now that’s not so bad – but I rode only 400 miles today.

It’s all part of the joy of motorcycling.